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Chapter 1
Max
"So you're telling me I can't play baseball on your team...just because I'm a girl?" I just couldn't pass up the chance at a good dramatic pause there in the middle as I yelled at the fat and balding coach standing in front of me.
"Sweetie, you seem like a really nice person, but everyone knows that boys are better at baseball than girls. Just go back to whatever little softball team you came from and let the big boys play baseball." Ugh, for a second he actually made me thankful that my old coach was as 'nice' as he was. It wasn't that he was nice exactly; he just didn't have any qualms with having a girl on his team, he was actually quite mean otherwise. But this guy isn't the first sexist coach I've run into, he's just the first that I've had to actually play for.
"Okay, why don't we just do this; you give me one practice with the guys, and if I'm not as good as at least half of the team I'll walk away and never bother you again." I bargained glaring at him from behind my red and white knock off Okley's. There's no doubt in my mind that I'll live up to the terms I presented.
"Fine sweetheart, but I gotta warn you; these ain't the average run-of-the-mill ball players. This is the All-Star team, only the best of the best make it." Yes, and I haven't been on All-Star teams every year since I was old enough to try out.
"Where do you need me?" I asked dropping my bright red bat bag before I grabbed out my favorite custom Rawlings Heart of the Hide infield glove. It was dark black with bright red leather trimming. I'm a bit overly attached to the thing; the guys on my last team would jokingly refer to it as my baby to make me mad.
"Just go to short, but don't blame me when you break under the pressure." Yeah, because there's just soo much pressure playing shortstop, I think I might have a heart attack. He didn't wait for me to respond, he just sighed as he walked back to the dugout where the assistant coaches were standing and waiting for him.
I started jogging to short, momentarily reflecting on my luck at getting to practice and probably play at my favorite position. It was quite unusual that this team didn't have a permanent short player; most teams have one lined up before season begins.
When I got to my place the other guys started filing out of the dugout. I noticed the left fielder and third baseman both gave me strange looks, and I'm willing to bet that the others did too and I just didn't take notice. The coach I spoke with earlier walked out onto the field, he looked to still be conferring with his assistants at the deal we made as every-so-often one of them would look over my way.
"Who's the chick, and why is she standing at short?" A tall, strawberry, blond apparently playing second asked the first baseman.
"I don't know Iggy," the first baseman replied before he bent down and scooped up the ball one of the assistants hit and stepped on the bag before the runner got half way down the line.
"Well she's kinda hot, but why is she a girl?" I don't know Iggy, why am I a girl?
"What kinda question is that?" The first baseman answered as the ball was hit to me; I charged it, scooped it up, and then sent it flying to first base. It's like taking candy from a baby.
"Well why is there a girl practicing with us? You know how Coach is." Iggy commented as the ball was hit to left field and I ran out to get the cut off. The throw to me was a little wild and I ended up having to back up and jump for it, but I caught it and threw it to Iggy before the runner could get to second, so he got the tag out. I glanced at the coaches and saw many of them giving me appreciative looks.
"How am I supposed to know? But she's really not that bad." The first baseman said again, his dark-as-night hair was starting to plaster to the back of his neck and I couldn't help but appreciate the sight. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of red gym shorts that couldn't have looked better on anyone. As soon as I realized where my train of thought was leading to I snapped out of it. I know from experience that dating a teammate could only lead to disaster, a disaster I don't want a repeat of.
But I spoke up; it seemed as though they were going to continue speaking about me as if I wasn't there and it's getting on my nerves. "You know I can here you guys talking about me, right?"
"Wow, you've been listening to us talk? Talk about a personal bubble invasion!" Iggy replied as he squinted at me.
"Well it's not my fault you two talk so loud! I'm surprised the coaches couldn't hear you!" I answered laughing as a slow grounder was hit to second. He flinched as he realized it was heading towards him, and ran to cover up his mistake.
"Fine we'll talk quieter, happy?" Iggy replied sarcastically as he threw the ball to the first baseman. I rolled my eyes, and nodded but they remained silent, only sending me the occasional glare, until we were called into the dugout for a water break before we started batting.
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Edit: 8/5/14
